Chasing Normality

1| M i s s • Y o u

Chapter one: Miss You
October 4th— Thursday
Evelyn's POV:
Warning: Drugs and death will be shown in this chapter.
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I was numb— an intense pain blocking my senses as I stared straight ahead, my mind throbbing with thoughts.

I couldn't help but feel a dull ache in my chest. Emptiness tore through my heart as I stared robotically out into the darkness, not caring about the blue and red flashes that came closer to me, before I dropped the cellphone out of my hands, letting it clatter against the hard cement.

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"Momma, I love you."

Her eyes drooped, a small smile on her face as she tried to stay awake. It was only 1 pm and yet she was struggling to keep her eyes open.

Little did I know that she was doped up on drugs, her hands shaking involuntarily as she laid her head on the drool filled pillow.

"I love you too, Mitch." Her words were slow, her mouth barely opening a fraction.

That wasn't my name— that was never my name. I wasn't even a boy.

She regularly called me this and I couldn't help but to sigh, knowing that she was directing her words towards my father.

I raced to the bathroom, getting a wash cloth from the drawer before soaking it in warm water and rushing back into her room.

Being ten years old, I didn't know what was wrong with her, "Momma, are you sick again?"

Hesitantly, I laid the hot towel on her forehead, like she used to do when I was younger. She didn't answer, yet allowed her eyes to roll to the back of her head.

This was a normal occurrence for me. I didn't know any different. I was used to her acting this way, and I could barely remember when she was normal— not a zombie.

I reached over and put out her cigarette, letting the flame die before picking the ashtray off her bed and setting it on her cluttered dresser. I cleaned up any dirty clothes around the carpeted floor before throwing them in the over flowing hamper.

Before leaving her by herself, I watched for a few minutes. She looked peaceful as she slept, the wrinkles in her forehead gone and the creases beneath her eyes ceased to exist.

Her mouth wasn't pulled into a scowl and her nerves weren't going crazy like they usually did. I missed this side of her, and I always wondered if I'd ever see it again while she was awake.

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A tear slipped from the corner of my eye and I sighed, the sirens getting closer and closer before they stopped.

Numerous amounts of police cars and ambulances pulled up in front of me, and before I could process what was going on, I fell to my knees, a sob escaping my mouth.

I was cold and in immense pain. I heard a scream— a girls. It was loud and rough and full of heartbreak.

It was mine.